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“Can we get a pitcher of margaritas? And can you turn up Hitched and Stitched? Someone’s getting sent home tonight.” “I hope it’s Amberlee,” I said. “No, wait. I hope she stays. She’s batshit, and that makes her my favorite. She tried to curse Jennica with a curse candle.”
“Yes, it was delicious.” With a shock, I realized I’d managed to eat the whole plate. That never usually happened when I was heartbroken. “I didn’t have any dinner last night, and I guess I was starving.” Torin leaned in and whispered, “Yes, as I recall, most of your dinner was on your shirt.”
“No, Ava. We fuck each other hard up against the oak trees, rending the forest air with the sounds of our ecstasy. We fuck around bonfires, bathed in their flames.”
“When was the last time you lost yourself in a pleasure so intense, you forgot your name? That you forgot your own mortality? Because that is what it means to be fae. I could make you ache with pleasure until you forget the name of every human who made you think there was something wrong with you.”
“And if you think I can’t see how much that excites you, if you think I couldn’t hear your heart racing, Ava, you are mistaken. Because if it were you and me, in the oak grove on Beltane, I would have you screaming my name. Calling me your king. I would have your body responding to my every command, shuddering with pleasure underneath me, until you forgot the human world existed at all.”